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Now, that’s professionalism
I was inside the building of P1, Wimax one afternoon and while waiting for my stuff to be dealt with at the counter, a negro in a tight-fitting white tee stood beside me and asked
Considering the fact that he was filling in a form, I figured that it was nothing but a innocent question. So I answered
The next thing I knew, he began badgering me with questions like
“Do you live nearby?”
(Note that this was an outright lie)
“Oh, I live very far away too.
Where exactly do you live?”
I began to feel uncomfortable & blurted out a random location
“I write a lot”
“Wow that’s so cool. I write too.
Nice fantasies, so you publish books?”
“I’m not that kind of writer.
More to a journalist”
“Oh we have so many things in common!
I was a journalist too back in my country”
Feeling annoyed, my sarcasm took over
I began to fake an urgent phone call and “had to attend to it immediately”.
My “call” took almost half an hour but that ass was still waiting for me. When I returned to the counter to continue the transaction, I told the staff to hold me up a lil longer because I’m avoiding him
After waiting for another 20 minutes, he walked right up to me at the counter
He winked and said
need to have a word with you”
I stood up
After he left, I still daren’t leave the building. What if he follows my car? I was hoping he got tired of waiting after another half an hour. So I adjourned.
AT THE ENTRANCE! I shivered.
When I seeked help from the security guards, NONE OF THEM COULD SPEAK A WORD OF ENGLISH . Tough luck. I hastily walked to my car and he stopped me
Come with me, will ya?”
LEAVE ME ALONE!”
He didn’t let me go.
we’re friends remember?”
GO AWAY YOU PERVERTIC ASSHOLE!”
I’m certain isn’t good for public consumption)
He continued badgering me with personal/gross/dirty questions there and then. I couldn’t take it anymore and said
Thank God a group of security guards appeared as they heard my yells
I drove home somewhat traumatized. Sigh.
On a lighter note, I think I need to print this poster on my tee or spray paint them to my car everywhere I go :
Either that or attempt walk around with this expression ala
It may help to ward of sex-driven perverts and perhaps wandering spirits if I’m lucky. Thank God and my free-flow stream of audibly painful yells of profanity, I managed to escape unharmed.
And men, this ain’t the way to get a girl to bed with you.